do you feel like there is any reason a human shouldn’t kill their self? We’re so short-lived anyway and if they’ve cut everyone out of their lives and nothing seems to bring them happiness, is there a point in searching for reasons to live if it just keeps leading you back to the same dead end? I’d like to know from the point of view from someone that isn’t human. What of humans that aren’t strong enough to live? What if our existence is only a burden?

It is every human’s right to govern their own body.

I know that life is sometimes agonizing, but allow me to lay a few points at your feet, for you to peruse as you like.

You’re going to die anyway. So why the hell not stick about and see how much you can see while you’re here?

It can only get better if you hang about.

Life is all about perception. You suffer because you perceive that things are unfair, hurt, are difficult…of course they are. That’s just the way life is. It’s not bad or difficult. It just is, and humans aren’t yet adapted to how bad or difficult it can be. The universe doesn’t give one wit about fairness. Fairness was invented by people. It just happens the way it does, and you need to learn to float. It can be a bit frightening letting go, but when you have, riding that tide is far more enjoyable. You stop struggling to have the universe the way you want it, and by allowing yourself to accept the universe as it is, you can find ways to get around it, move within it, bend it here or there.

The Buddha said, “To live is to suffer, and desire is the cause of suffering”. Modern man misinterprets this to mean “Life is rubbish, and rubbish is caused by selfishness”. That’s improper. What he was actually saying is, “To be sentient is to wish to alter things much larger than yourself, and in failing, to feel dismayed.”

So change how you see things. Yes, it is worth it to keep living, because what the hell else have you got to do anyway?

Everything changes at death. I personally believe it is an end. and many humans look at that end as if it will be peaceful, but peace implies a moment after, when you can look behind and say “I’m so glad that’s done with”. However, you’re dead. You don’t have that opportunity. There IS NO PEACE. It cannot actually happen. And even if you believe in an afterlife, death changes everything. This is the one brief moment you have to see what all this being alive nonsense is about, and it is short enough already. Don’t hurry it along.

Hang about, change how you think about things. Learn all you can.

If you had chosen to die yesterday, you would never have met me, and you would never have asked this question. Everything you are causes ripples. Watch and see where they go. Let yourself be swept around by the ripples of others. Don’t despair of life because it doesn’t match your expectations.

Change your expectations.

I wanna tell you a story


This is a story of how assholes in the workplace can fuck with ADA compliance

Let me make this pretty fucking clear, first as a prologue to this story A disability isn’t just the actual thing wrong with you. It’s the anxiety that goes along with being stuck, the fear of having an episode, the constant stress of avoiding an episode, the difficulties of adapting to the environment. It’s also pain management, moderating how much you do in a shift, and so on. It is also the emotional trauma that comes with the physical disability.

Let me tell you about myself. I have very limited vision. I fake being sighted very well because I knew what it was like to have sight. But I’ve been mostly blind now for almost 22 years. It gets worse every year as I age. I have constant difficulty adapting. So if my phone (which I use as a visual aid) starts to die, it upsets me. If I get disoriented, it can trigger anxiety attacks. If the light is too bright, or I don’t have my sunglasses, or I simply have a bad day, it triggers a migraine. Those migraines are physically debilitating. My immune system has a hair trigger. Stress triggers all sorts of horrible attacks from skin to lung. And then there’s the emotional frustration and suffering that goes with this.

But never mind that shit. It’s shit you can’t see, right, so it must not be real. I deal with it, because I know how insensitive able-bodied people can be. I put up with it and I manage it, but sometimes I can’t anymore, and I just need a fucking break. But when that happens, because I seldom mention it, people treat me as if I’m hysterical. I’m not. I just need my fifteen minutes of silence where someone isn’t telling me how to live. So yeah, I don’t often talk about my disability unless it comes up and has something to do with physically being able to do my job. I’ve never had a job I couldn’t do, if some minor changes were made, and I always had great employers who helped make those changes. However…it’s not just the place and the way things are done that need alteration. Sometimes it’s the people too.

And now we are to the story.

I used to have this job that involved me being out on a floor, chatting to people. Anyway, I got into a conversation with one of my coworkers while we were just sitting there, and I mentioned that I have bad vision.

She was stunned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m legally blind. It’s a long story.”

And it’s one I like to avoid telling in this kind of environment, but the trouble is, once you’ve said that you have a disability, able people want to fucking push. They want to test you, or they’re curious, and they feel they have the right to know, and so by god you better tell them, or you’re obviously a liar. And yeah, you can say to yourself that that isn’t what you’re doing, but it is a story you’re telling yourself to feel better. To the person receiving that kind of treatment, it’s insensitive, intrusive, and can actually trigger symptoms.

It’s like if you discuss your condition you give up the right to have boundaries. I now know how to say to people, “you don’t have the right to know that about me, and right now you’re triggering my anxiety by reminding me of all the fucking doctors visits I had to sit through where they injected me with dye that caused anaphylaxis and stabbed needles into my eye,” but at the time of this story, I didn’t know what to say, besides answering the question.

So I gave a very shortened version of why I am legally blind. She kept questioning me. Can I drive, can I read, can I this, can I that? But what about all the times I’ve seen you do this, or that, or whatever? Did you try eating kale, did you try this, did you try that? I finally said, “I went to some of the best specialists on earth for over six years. I’m just a freak of nature, and you’re actually making me really uncomfortable right now.”

This was because her questions had become hostile, judgemental, and disrespectful. She assumed that because my condition is idiopathic (unknown cause), it must not be real. She assumed that because she’d seen me look at things, I must be able to see them. She acted on that idea by being aggressive, acting as if she knows more about the human eye than I do. You want to know about how much I know about the human eye?

When I was in high school, I was in AP anatomy (I had to have a dedicated lab partner to dissect things for me, because you don’t want a blind person holding a scalpel, but that was fine). When the segment on the eye came along…my teacher asked me to teach the class..cold. No preparation. He did this because I had been getting picked on for my condition, and he wanted to show that my condition made me stronger. I walked up to the transparency machine, and I taught the fucking class. Not just an in-depth explanation of the anatomy of the eye, but the way it works, how the brain processes it, the various dysfunctions it can have, and then people began asking how my vision worked, and for the first time, I got to explain to my class (the same people who knew me BEFORE I lost my vision) how I see.

By the end of that hour, kids understood, and they never made fun of me again.

That’s how much I have known about the eye since I was 15 years old. And here’s this fucking woman, insinuating that I am making more out of it than it is, telling me I probably have too alkaline a diet, or this that and the other.

I finally said to her, “This is really bothering me, can we change the subject?”

She says “Did you go to a priest?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, doctors don’t know anything. Did you go to a priest and pray?”

“I’m an atheist, and I don’t think any of this is your business.”

“Well, that’s your problem. You didn’t pray enough. That’s why you’re sick and why your eyes don’t work.”

You didn’t pray enough.

I looked her right in the place where her eye would be if I could see her fucking face and said, “At the time this happened, I was 14. My step father was a minister and I went to church every Sunday. I’m an atheist because my illness brought up a lot of issues and never offered anything but fear. Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that I was sick because I didn’t pray?”

And you know what she said to me? “You obviously were a sinner then and never repented.” And then…


She starts singing a fucking hymn at me.

I got up, shaking with rage, I walked over to my boss and explained that I was leaving. She asked why, was going to argue with me that my shift wasn’t up, except that she saw me and understood that if I didn’t leave, i was going to hurt someone. I told her that I had just been treated so badly, it was actually causing me to have hives (which it was), and that I knew I was going to have a migraine very soon. I didn’t wait for her to answer. I just left. I walked down the street to a store and called my best friend Angela. Angela is the daughter of an ex-priest (who came out and married a man) and a nun (who also has a chronic illness) and when Angela was born, she had a rare heart defect that resulted in a massive stroke at the age of 1. She has had FIVE open heart surgeries to rebuild and repair her heart. She is chronically ill in ways I cannot imagine. She is also intelligent, caring, manages a support network and charity for people with heart conditions, helps raise my niece, and oh yeah…is religious, but the kind of religious I like because she really lives by the words.

When I told her what this woman did to me, she was absolutely speechless. The fact that anyone would say a child deserved to be given a horrible illness and suffer, because they were a sinner and needed to beg for forgiveness is fucking gross. If that’s how her god operates, fuck him. If that’s how grace functions, then fucking count me out.

I spent two hours sitting on a park bench, shaking from head to toe, in pain, my skin reacting to the stress with welts and hives. Within about thirty minutes, I got my migraine warnings. These happen to me whenever I am under serious stress, because my blood pressure increases, and when this happens, it puts pressure into my eye. This causes a chain reaction. I finally made it home, and quit that job two weeks later, because every time I had to work with that woman, it gave me the most horrible anxiety.

I kept expecting her to try and bless me, or demand I go to her priest, or try and tell me that I should stop taking my medications, or mock me, or call me a sinner. Tell me I was going to hell…because obviously sickness is a sign of sin. And she low key did, and that was enough, but the anticipation of having to see her every day…that’s what killed me.


A disability isn’t just the physical problem. It’s the PTSD of dealing with operations, doctors, interrogations, tests, surgeries, and on and on. It’s pain management and exhaustion. It’s depression and frustration. It’s anxiety triggered by people being insensitive pricks (and in my case, the triggering of my immune system when under stress). It’s the constant strain of trying to adapt and perform as well as others. It’s the constant worry that someone will behave toward you in a way that is condescending, and that you will have to fight, once again, to be treated fairly.


Imagine what you might feel if I took your arm away. Imafine what you’d feel if a person made fun of you, told you to get over it, told you that you didn’t pray enough. Now imagine it’s a disability they can’t see. How do they act? Like you’re a fucking liar who makes shit up to get attention. And they treat you like that too. I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve heard from people who have told me that when their co-workers found out they had a disability, people were told to get out, to quit, were harassed, had equipment sabotaged…

So when you make your workplace ADA compliant, think about the people you have on your team and handle that shit too. Get rid of employees or contractors who are going to destroy the productivity of a disabled worker, because I can fucking promise you something: if you don’t, it will cost you. I was damn good at that job. When I left, my boss begged me not to. She even offered to fire the other girl, but by then I was already so over the job and the people and the place, that it was way more trouble than I could handle. I was better at my job than she was, and because of her bullshit, my boss lost a good employee, and then eventually fired the other one too. Disabled people have more fucking work ethic than you can imagine. Can you even comprehend what it takes me to live on a daily basis? It’s WORK. And If I can work through life AND work through your shitty job, you’re going to really be pissed if I leave.

Disabled people can contribute, but they need those around them to grasp what they’re dealing with. It’s not about pity. It’s not about going easy on us. We can handle difficulty, because we do every day. It’s about being mindful and decent. It’s about having fucking common sense.


Next time someone sings a hymn at you, why not tell them that it’s the Devil who supposedly teaches people to be cruel.













Oh yay so we’re doing the “My mother in law is trying to get us to come to church functions with her” thing again. 

She does this every few months and somehow ten damned years of us avoiding it like the plague haven’t gotten the hint across. 

Of course, this is the woman who took seven years to notice the Darwin Fish on my car and then had a mini-meltdown because THAT’S NOT CHRISTIAN!!!!!

To which my husband replied “Well, I mean, evolution is kinda a thing, and also she’s not christian.” 





People can be quite impressively oblivious. A relative of mine, who is an Orthodox priest who spent ten or so years trying to divert me from the Devil and achieving exactly the opposite, stood for almost half an hour next to my shelves of tarot cards and occult books and did not notice a thing.

We literally have an entire shelf of Buddhist philosophy texts and somehow when she figured out her son was interested in Buddhism it STILL came as an enormous shock somehow. 

As a Christian with many non Christian friends whom I love and adore, I’d like to apologize for people like this out there. Our doctrine is supposed to be loving each other (Matthew 22: 34-40) but a number of people twist this to a “tough love” type of situation where trying to convert others to Christianity is their way of “love”. All it really does is make people uncomfortable at minimum, all the way to makeing people flee their own homes out of fear. It’s a bad approach, to incredibly understate it.

Anyway, I hope your mom-in-law figures things out. I’d say I’d pray for her, but when a Christian like her said that to me (to conclude a disagreement on this very topic) it came across uncomfortably presumptuous and self-righteous. So I’ll just say I’m sending positive vibes her (and your family’s) way. ❤

My husband is a Christian, and one by the actual book, which is why he isn’t fond of many churches, because they, in his words “Are run by and filled with hypocritical assholes”

So, I appreciate your kind thoughts. 

I doubt she’ll ever figure things out, but honestly it just makes me laugh, because I am so far from the kind of person who’s convertible that it’s ridiculous, and when she asks me ‘aren’t you worried you’ll go to hell?’ I just go “I don’t even think that is a thing” and she just blinks like she can’t even wrap her head around the concept. 

*waves* Current atheist, former pagan, always an Alabamian. I’m firm in my belief that these kind of Christians don’t believe in heaven nearly as much as they believe in hell. Going by the reactions I see when I say one or the other doesn’t exist. It’s the “nobody’s going to hell” proclamation that causes people to drop produce at the super wal-mart.

That’s because they have spent so much time fretting about all the sins they’ve committed, and so much time on feeling guilty for things, that the idea that all of that torturing themselves and each other has been for nothing at all terrifies them more deeply than anything else. 

Isn’t that Hell?

Ironically, I’d say so. 

Try being an atheist anti-religion evolutionist, married to a biologist and statistical genomicist, who step father is a minister.

When i started going blind…my dad arranged a laying on of hands…and then some doctor’s visits.

….did you lay on some hands of your own?

If the fundies are right, then their god is an asshole and their devil sounds alright. I’m sure I’ll get on just fine in their Hell.

I don’t think they believe their hateful doctrine so much as they’re afraid it’s true. If they’re right and they leave they’ll be punished. If they’re wrong they get the same result no matter what they do because whoever is right will forgive them.

My favorite is when they ask me how people can do good if they’re not afraid of divine punishment, because it tells me that deep down they’re bad people who know they would do bad things if they could get away with it.

Dove, you are precisely right.

Truly good people don’t need a god watching over their shoulder. They accept when they have done wrong and are responsible.

it’s a disgrace. women are leaving their human motherly instincts and replacing it by dog/cat motherly instincts. they get more excited when they see a cute cat or a dog but get repulsed by children. Gone are the days when women wanted children, to get married to a respectable mature man as soon as they hit marriage age. now they rot their youth in school and end up being cat ladies


Smash that motha fuckin like button if you rotted your youth in school and are gonna end up being a cat lady! 

So…explain to me how we have more humans on this god forsaken rock than ever before, if women can’t stand babies.

This is one person’s skewed perspective of a closed sample. It is flawed and irrational.








n. An individual who constantly complains about everything

Example: “If you’re going to be such a gnashnab, then you don’t need to come with us.” or “Rush Limbaugh is a fat gnashnab.”

I shall file that away in the little box of underutilized verbage. Next to Macaroni Loper and the popular North Eastern 19th century beverage Moxie.

If you check the tag Simon Teaches Old™ Words off my blog, you’ll find the others I’ve been giving. I’m doing one per day, not all insults. Just informative and helpful.

My mom is a gnashnab. :/

I’ve met far too many. Usually it is a means of controlling a situation or getting attention

i am guilty of this but my theatre teacher is breaking me of it somehow

I would never have guessed

Is it okay to leave comments and or replies on you web page and books, even if we don’t really know you?

Of course. That’s all part of the experiment! It’s a published work/full interaction/immersion experience, and the messages on my website lift my internet standing on various tracking sites. I respond to them just as swiftly and easily as I do Tumblr.

For reference: The two “novels” and the ongoing interactive short story set are on the Tapas app, which is also viewable via computer.

The website is

And then there’s all the social media I have. I welcome comments on all of them.

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